[Whenever he gets all this kind of attention, it practically turns him to putty in Arthur's hands and he's sure Arthur must know it. Maybe he resents that just a tiny bit and that's what stops him blurting out that Arthur can do whatever he wants with him.]
[Eames instead wraps his arms about Arthur's shoulders and pushes his fingers up through the back of his hair. Voice low and thick when he replies.]
no subject
[Eames instead wraps his arms about Arthur's shoulders and pushes his fingers up through the back of his hair. Voice low and thick when he replies.]
Whatever you want.